When Josh died, the person I was died with him. Now I'm on a journey of re-birth. Painful, gutwrenching, full of angst though it may be, I am on it with the intent to grow and learn, and as always, love my son.
Tonight I held my six month old grandson for the first time. As he slept in my arms, I tried to memorize every detail of him, looked for similarities to Josh, breathed in his heady baby scent, and lost myself in my memories.
My heart is forever bound to his.
How terribly, utterly, irreparably...Bittersweet.
posted by Lisa @ 10:03 PM
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On October 2, 2008 my beautiful twenty six year old son, Joshua McBeth, died by Suicide due to depression associated with bipolar disorder. This blog is about my journey to learn how to live without him. It may not be what you want to read, but it will be what I need to write, when I need to write it.
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Grandchildren are so precious, so much more so now. I have thought about you often since my very first comment, wondering how you were.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I've only recently stumbled on your blog, and I reading through your early entries (from late last year), I couldn't stop crying.
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